28 Responses to A Mystery Of Refinement

  1. malcolm February 13, 2012 at 3:52 pm

    Frankincense and Myrrh both mispelt by the way, were used for perfume, medicine, and embalming the dead also used in aromatherapy today as is Myrrh. I fear the aroma has been inhaled embalming the brain.

  2. chris baker February 13, 2012 at 5:08 pm

    Pedantry is a sure sign desperation and a lack of imagination.

  3. Chris Baker February 13, 2012 at 5:22 pm

    Being a meticulous fellow I am sure you’ll acknowledge that I forgot “of” in my last comment. I challenge you to put your money where your mouth is and submit a poem; that is if you still have any imagination or a shread of talent.

  4. Curmudgeon February 13, 2012 at 7:16 pm

    Chris not sure if the challenge was singular or open to all.
    Here is my 2 minute ditty which I consider quite witty.

    “The Challenge”

    Off the paper it did arise
    Harsh words without disguise
    To play at the poets game
    Or hush up and point no blame
    A challenge to poetically compose
    No thanks, I will gladly stick to prose.

  5. Margaret Barr February 13, 2012 at 7:38 pm

    Curmie, Curmie, I dont know what you said, but whatever it was, it was perfect. I visit this site several times a day; just to see if you are here. I love your writing even if I don’t understand (or agree with)what you write. Before anyone accuses me…..I will say it for myself; (“Sing the following to the tune of “I’ve Got a Crush on You”..if you don’t know the song, you’re too young to be here) I’ve got a crush on you, Curmudgeon. I’ve got a crush on you, Hagarty. Yes, I’ve got a crush on you, Jimmy Boy….

    If the wives are reading this, please rest assured that I pose no threat to your love life.( 🙂 )

  6. Curmudgeon February 13, 2012 at 8:08 pm

    Maggie, Maggie, could ya hum a few bars just to get me started? I watched Tony Bennett on “The Talk” tv show this week and even though ole Tony’s 85 I knew every song the kid sang.

    Now I wouldn’t do this for the Bard, Sir Hagarty but I think you deserve a translation to my lyric. Read on.

    Off the paper it did arise = I read the C. Baker post
    Harsh words without disguise = a challenge to Malcolm
    To play at the poets game = submit a poem
    Or hush up and point no blame = put your money where your mouth is
    A challenge to poetically compose = show me you can do better
    No thanks, I will gladly stick to prose = “Off it mate ” I’ll write like I talk

    Now if it’s still not clear maybe a true poet can splain it better.
    Oh and thanks for the heart mush. Back at ya kiddo.

  7. Curmudgeon February 13, 2012 at 8:21 pm

    Maggie, Maggie, while I’m still here didja unerstan C.William Baker’s original post. If so I gather you “use” just for medicinal purposes. I was good up to the “lifting” part an then my brain kinda gave out.

    Mr. Baker, ease off on the Skittles before another talented life is lost. Oh sorry, I didn’t mean yours. Mine, you see, mine. I’m confused as hell and not going to take it any more! Poets and politicians……never met one I liked. Blame it on that prissy witch of an english teacher. All her fault. Only rhyming lines she ever made me write were “I must not curse the teacher out loud”. “I must not……….

  8. Curmudgeon February 13, 2012 at 8:32 pm

    Malcolm,
    I’ll get to you later lad! Jeeez, rippin a guy for spelling. What’s the world comin to. If ya don’t understand the poem who gives a rats patooty how it’s spelled. Learn ta skim boy. Skim the written word, get the drift an ferget it. leaves your mind open to thinkin up new stuff. See, it goes like this…. skimmed the Barker piece, new it was a sureal poem and had time left over to pound out “Cheech and Chong stole my favorite bong” Second line later, It’ll come bye and bye.
    Good night Ms. Barr wherever you are.

  9. Facetious Lee February 14, 2012 at 10:14 am

    Oh Mudgie, oh Mudgie!
    Even an English flunkie like me knows the basics.
    It should be “poet’s game” – not “poets game”.
    Those damn apostrophes!

  10. Facetious Lee February 14, 2012 at 10:28 am

    Mags, if I had more hair, bet you’d have a crush on me as well.
    I don’t look too bad with a hat on.

    “The wives”.
    I remember once referring to the former as “the wife”.
    Did I ever catch h – e – double hockey sticks. Apparently, I was treating her as nothing more than a piece of property.
    So now I have no wife. I do have a wonderful partner on this Valentine’s Day!

  11. Lary Turner February 14, 2012 at 1:03 pm

    A man lay down in the sewer
    And in the sewer he died
    At the coroner’s inquest
    They ruled it sewer-side.

  12. Jan Liggett February 14, 2012 at 4:18 pm

    Lary is that an original? If so you should title it “Ode(r) to Preston Heights”

  13. Lary Turner February 14, 2012 at 6:14 pm

    Found written in the margin of an old public school English textbook … author unknown…. some 50 years later, I pulled it from my memory.

  14. Curmudgion February 14, 2012 at 6:30 pm

    I must insert apostrophes when required.
    I must insert apostrophes when required.
    I must not curse the nitpickers out loud.
    I must insert apostrophes when required.

  15. Curmudgion February 14, 2012 at 6:39 pm

    A poster by the name of Lee
    Perused my bit of poetry
    Then pointed for all to see
    At my missing apostrophe.

  16. Facetious Lee February 14, 2012 at 10:39 pm

    Facetious only writes Lim’ricks,
    To what he does best, he sticks.
    Sometimes they are witty,
    Other times they are shitty.
    I throw this poem into the mix.

  17. Jan Liggett February 15, 2012 at 11:11 am

    Lee
    Will I be seeing you at the Heritage Day Workshop again this year?

  18. Facetious Lee February 15, 2012 at 2:37 pm

    Jan, I will be there. See ya.
    And that other likeable Liberal as well?

  19. Mike Cahill February 15, 2012 at 6:55 pm

    There was a young fellow F Lee,
    He writes his verses with glee,
    Some say they are lame,
    And always the same,
    F Lee if that is your real name!

  20. Mike Cahill February 15, 2012 at 7:02 pm

    My comments are always a bore,
    No one ever wants more,
    I could say in defence,
    There is no pretence,
    I hardly ever try to rhyme anything, most of the time.
    Although i do think about the rhytym and syllables and stuff. I mean, sometimes the thing gets away from you and it sounds good but then you’ve got a whole paragraph and then it’s not a limerick anymore and you find yourself just typing without any way to end the thing. You know what i mean?

  21. Curmudgeon February 15, 2012 at 9:46 pm

    “The Gala Soiree”

    On open deck under the evening sky
    I was seated next to a foreign guy
    Well, his rumblings abdominal
    were something quite phenominal
    and everyone thought it was I

  22. Curmudgeon February 15, 2012 at 9:49 pm

    A rather bawdy

  23. Jimm Hillis February 15, 2012 at 9:52 pm

    A fellow jumped off a high wall
    And had a most terrible fall
    He went back to bed
    With a bump on his head
    That’s why you don’t jump off a wall

  24. Curmudgeon February 15, 2012 at 10:09 pm

    A rather bawdy limerick from the dirty thirties……….

    There was a young lass from Van Nuys
    with a secret kept tween her thighs
    If by chance you could go there
    and looked through the hair
    you saw she was just one of the guys.

    Author Anon,

    Learned but never repeated by a young lad who got to hang out with the men at the Coles Mill. Grandad often said “If yer quieter than a titmouse in a wheat sack you kin learn a powerful lot of stuff”.

  25. Lary Turner February 16, 2012 at 7:06 am

    Ahhhh ….. Coles Mill, remembered only by a few! You a nephew?

  26. curmudgeon February 16, 2012 at 10:25 am

    Lary,
    grandson of Walter and Gladys Coles
    To those who might remember the “JIM-D” that sailed on the Speed river it was named after daughters: June, Irma, Margery & Dorothy. Herb & Ern were uncles.

  27. Lary Turner February 19, 2012 at 11:27 am

    To learn of all things Jim-D
    The Hespeler Heritage Centre you flee
    Reminisce with 2 ol’ farts named Jack
    Willing to take your mind back
    To their life at Speedslee.

  28. curmudgeon February 19, 2012 at 5:24 pm

    To the HHC already I have been
    Archives there were read & seen.
    I had chats with ol’ Jack & Jack
    And to the past we all went back.
    The “Speed Mill” was the place to be
    To learn about the Coles history.
    Sadly now I have moved away
    But will visit yet another day.
    Give my best regards to all the boys
    Who remember Jim-D and other toys.

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